The world is an actor

Chapter 5 Fang Xiu would rather be beaten every day!

"Li Pete dares to add drama without permission!"

In the studio, the director Chen Yimou stubbed out the cigarette butt in his hand, with a gloomy expression on his face: "The screenwriter team revises the script and writes Li Pete to death for me, the kind with a bad reputation and a miserable death!"

"Director, he has three more scenes to follow, and the time span is huge." A young screenwriter hesitated.

"It's just a small supporting role, and it won't affect the progress of the main plot!" Chen Yimou said angrily, "The show just started, and some people added scenes privately. If I don't kill the chickens to warn the monkeys, wouldn't it be messed up in the future!"

As the chief director of "I Can Really Cultivate a Fairy", Chen Yimou single-handedly controls the writing of the main plot and is the absolute authority of the entire program group.

Any actor who dares to challenge his will will have only one ending.

It was written to death immediately!
"However, Fang Xiu's participation in the show has far exceeded expectations, and the effect of the show is superb." Chen Yimou looked at the rising ratings and said with a smile: "He performed so well, I can't bear to abuse him!"

"Director Chen doesn't need to blame himself. In order to make "I Can Really Cultivate an Immortal" a masterpiece, some sacrifices are inevitable!"

"If Fang Xiu knew the truth, he would also understand Director Chen's hard work. After all, he only lost his real life and was entertained by the whole world without privacy, but what Director Chen paid was the hard work of artistic creation! "

"Fang Xiu, as the protagonist of the first generation, can only reveal the essence of human nature and enhance the literary quality of this play only by experiencing the bitterness of the world and the ups and downs of his life!"

"When I think that the main character who is followed by hundreds of millions of people is just a marionette in our hands, I feel the pleasure of being the master!"

Several screenwriters were complacent and flattered the director.

As an epic masterpiece, "I Can Really Cultivate an Immortal" is expected to be broadcast for a hundred years, with multiple generations of protagonists, and the plot reversals are changeable.

In order to prevent unexpected accidents, the program team has prepared tens of thousands of sets of remedial plans.

The only purpose is to let the protagonist Fang Xiu spend his life according to the set plot.

His life only belongs to the program group.

Right to life and health, right to privacy, right to know, human dignity?
nonexistent!

It's just a performance prop!
……

In the live broadcast, Fang Xiu followed Li Xundao to the Ninth Medicine Garden.

Fifty trainee disciples are responsible for looking after [-] mu of elixir fields, each responsible for [-] mu, of which [-] mu will be contributed to the sect.

The last acre belongs to the trainee disciples and is used for various expenses such as daily life and cultivation.

"As expected of the Seven Great Cultivation Holy Lands, I, as the humblest trainee disciple, can sleep in a dormitory for two!"

Next to the medicine field, 25 small courtyards are arranged in a line.

Each courtyard covers an area of ​​[-] square meters with complete living facilities.

When Fang Xiu entered the courtyard, his brother who was in the dormitory hadn't arrived yet.

He briefly visited the house, frowning slightly.

The layout of the small courtyard is neat and simple, and there is even a well, which he is very satisfied with.

But the houses where they live are somewhat inappropriate.

In a space of thirty square meters, two single rooms could have been separated, but the sect did not do so.

There is not even a separate bed, a wooden double bed, in the middle of the cabin, is particularly eye-catching.

"Perhaps the world of cultivating immortals is more carefree and informal!"

Fang Xiu smiled.

They come, the security.

I just hope that my fellow bedmates don't snore, grind their teeth and sleepwalk.

"Love life, start today!"

Fang Xiu clenched his fists to cheer himself up. He found a wooden basin, poured some water, and began to wipe the furniture.

Not surprisingly, he will live here for a long time.

Even if it is farming, the sense of ritual that should be there is still indispensable.

"Junior Brother Fang is so diligent!"

Outside the door, there were footsteps, and the voice was somewhat familiar.

Fang Xiu looked up, and saw a chubby trainee disciple stepping through the door with a burden on his back, his eyes were cold and his expression was majestic.

Pang Qinghua, the spiritual root of the seventh-grade wood system, is in the late stage of the first stage of the Qi refining stage.

"Brother Pang!"

Fang Xiu put down the rag, went up to greet him enthusiastically, held Senior Brother Pang's hand affectionately, and shook it vigorously.

After entering the medicine garden, he has already seen the way brothers in the world of cultivating immortals exchange their cultivation experience.

The tricks see the blood, and the punches hit the flesh!
I have no foundation in cultivation, and I am pitifully weak. It would be better if I could have a powerful bedmate.

"Junior Brother Fang, I..."

Pang Qinghua was a little stunned.

According to the director's request, he came here to find fault on purpose, so that Fang Xiu must have a deep understanding of the cruelty and ruthlessness of the world of cultivating immortals on the first day of his rebirth.

As a generation of ill-fated protagonists, Fang Xiu must see blood before he gets the golden finger, and see blood every day!

Only in this way can the audience believe that Fang Xiu really has no script!

But before Pang Qinghua finished his lines, Fang Xiu had already held his hands tightly with enthusiasm, and even took off his package while he was in a trance.

This made it impossible for him to use the lines he had prepared for a while.

300 years later, human beings are scattered all over the universe, communication depends on the Internet, and there are few opportunities to meet offline.

This kind of enthusiasm from ordinary people in the 21st century made Pang Qinghua unable to react for a while.

"Senior Brother Pang, please sit down. You and I hit it off right away. Just when I heard your name, you gave me a very knowledgeable look."

"Senior Brother Pang may not know that in my hometown, the word Tsinghua means a lot. Let alone this, I don't know how old Senior Brother Pang is this year, has he ever been married, and there are unmarried sisters and sisters in my family. I am very introverted and taciturn. , and even less contact with girls..."

Fang Xiu took Pang Qinghua's hand and sat down, and even made him a cup of hot tea.

"Fang Xiu, you want to burn me to death!"

Pang Qinghua's facial muscles twitched.

This person is designated to have social cow pen syndrome!

It's too chatty!

According to the script design, as soon as he came into contact with Fang Xiu, he would find an excuse to beat Fang Xiu up.

As a result, he was delayed by Fang Xiu, and the time left for him was running out.

Pang Qinghua shook off Fang Xiu's hand, ignoring what lines to say, and raised his fist to beat Fang Xiu.

Although the scenes are a bit abrupt, I can't take care of that much anymore.

"Pang Qinghua, what are you doing in my courtyard?"

Just as Pang Qinghua raised his fist, another tall figure walked into the hut.

Yun Yao's expression was surprised, and her eyes were shaking with puzzlement.

According to the script time, when she came in at this time, Pang Qinghua should have beaten Fang Xiu half to death.

But now the two are holding hands and facing each other, Pang Qinghua blushes and swears with his fists, looking like a pledge of eternal love.

It's a bit...

Cough
"Yun Qingyang, mind your own business!"

Pang Qinghua was about to cry.

Sister Yun, you hide the female supporting role in an important plot, and you don’t take it seriously when you come in a few seconds late. Can I, a small special extra, kill the protagonist?
"Pang Qinghua, you are so courageous, you dare to attack fellow disciples in the sect!"

Yun Yao yelled loudly, but she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The lines are right!
She moved lightly with lotus steps, rushed up suddenly, grabbed Pang Qinghua's clothes, kicked Pang Qinghua out of the hut with her little foot.

"My play isn't over yet!"

Pang Qinghua fell on all fours in the middle of the small courtyard, wanting to cry but no tears.

The deduction of the performance fee is a small matter, but it is a big matter to be killed by the screenwriter!
"Junior Brother Fang Xiu, are you alright?"

In the hut, Yun Yao asked with concern, she cupped her hands, and said in a manly and hearty voice: "Yun Qingyang, the third son of the Yun family in Qinghe County, will live in the same room with his junior brother from today on!"

"Hello, Senior Brother Yun!"

Fang Xiu swallowed in a daze.

So this is my bedmate?
Looking at the two deep dimples on Yunyao's face and her delicate, pouty lips, Fang Xiu suddenly had a very bad feeling.

In all fairness.

He would rather be in the same room with Pang Qinghua and be beaten every day, than spend day and night with this seemingly approachable Senior Brother Yun, sharing the same bed!
　It is too important to follow up during the new book period, and support is urgently needed!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)